| Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea |
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| This was my first story in this fandom. It seemed quite natural to me that the 'Mad Scientist of the week" would be what ultimately brought our heros together as more than friends ... Many thanks to Stef for following me into this unknown territory; even here, his beta work was invaluable. |
| Where You Least Expect It |
| �You can la-la here, la-la here, but NO la-la HERE!� Tour guides to visitors to the Dolphin Encounter in Chankanaab Natural History Park, Cozumel Mexico, referring to dolphins� well-documented sexual behavior � Captain Lee Crane paced nervously in the observation nose, thinking. The afternoon�s events had been disturbing enough in their own right, but for Crane they had opened a floodgate of feelings he usually tried very hard to suppress. Sources at NIMR had received reports recently that there was something �fishy� so to speak about Dr. Kinnard�s research program on dolphins, so the Admiral had gone ashore earlier today to inspect the facility and find out what was going on. A simple stop on their way back to Seaview�s base in Santa Barbara, CA. Or so they thought. But then, trouble seemed to go out of its way to find them, even where you�d least expect it. Admiral Nelson was scheduled to report in after 3 hours, and when he didn�t, the Captain started getting nervous. It just wasn�t like the Admiral to miss a check in. When Kinnard refused to answer their radio hails, Crane decided to mount a search party. The research complex appeared to be manned only by a small staff of lab assistants and Dr. Kinnard himself, so the Captain took his two most reliable crewmen along in case the doctor required some convincing. They found the main laboratory. Crane was shocked to find the Admiral strapped to an examining table, stark naked, thrashing wildly in an attempt to free his hands. A man in a lab coat stood off to one side peering into a microscope. The wall behind him was covered with banks of computers, lights flashing, making odd sounds. Crane pointed the crewmen to the small knot of lab assistants off to one side; Kowalski and Patterson made short work of subduing them, but not before one managed to shout �Dr. Kinnard!� The scientist turned to find Crane coming up behind him, intent on subduing Kinnard. Which wasn�t as easy as he expected; the scientist was tall, broad shouldered, and quite strong. Only his military training allowed the slender Captain to triumph. He was a bit winded by the time Kowalski came over to assist. �Uh, Skipper, �?� Crane followed Kowalski�s gaze to the Admiral, who was still thrashing wildly, his eyes not focusing. He was startled to see the Admiral was intensely aroused, to the point that things looked distended, painful � Forcing his gaze away, he turned to Kinnard, who was now held tightly in Kowalski�s grip. �What did you do to him?� Steely blue eyes regarded him. �Some men would kill for what he�s going to experience the next few days. All I needed was to adjust the dosage.� Crane grabbed him by his shirt. �WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?� �Oh, don�t worry, he�ll be fine. Lucky bastard �� When it became apparent that Kinnard wasn�t going to provide any further info, Crane glared at Kowalski. �Get that lab coat off him and get him out of my sight.� Ski hastily complied, handing the coat to the Skipper and beating a hasty retreat. Crane turned his attention to the Admiral, trying to calm him. He couldn�t stop his eyes from taking a good long look, noting that Nelson was a natural redhead. //Damn it, Lee, don�t GO there! // He looked up at the Admiral�s face, hoping that his moment of distraction hadn�t shown, and quickly realized that it wouldn�t have mattered. The look on Nelson�s face was almost feral. He noticed that the Admiral�s normally pale skin was flushed all over. Crane hastily draped the lab coat over his waist, reaching for his shoulders to hold him still. �Admiral. Sir. Do you hear me?� It was obvious that he wasn�t getting through the Admiral�s clouded awareness, so he turned to the counter behind him to find some way to release the straps. He found the trigger and as soon as he released it he heard a cry of satisfaction from the table behind him. By the time he turned around, Nelson was sitting up and his hands were scrabbling at his crotch, the lab coat cast aside. Crane caught his wrists, trying to hold them away from his body. �Admiral. Please. Let me take you to sick bay.� Nelson let out a yelp of pain, which seemed to cut through the haze. He blinked and looked up. �Lee �?� Crane urged him off the lab table, one arm around his shoulders. As his feet hit the ground, his knees buckled from the long immobilization. The Captain caught him, and was surprised to feel Nelson lean into him, holding on, hips grinding. // He�s humping my leg! // Not sure what to do, Crane held him for the short time it took him to find his climax, hoping that Nelson was too wrapped up in his own need to notice the Captain�s reaction. Finally, he felt something warm and wet against his leg as the Admiral slumped against him, panting. He gently peeled himself away, reaching for the discarded lab coat. Nelson leaned back against the examination table, his eyes gradually focusing. Crane couldn�t help noticing that despite his release, he was still half-hard. �Admiral? Are you all right?� Not quite sure exactly what had just happened, Nelson suddenly realized he was naked, and noticed a tell-tale wet spot on Crane�s pants, too low to belong to the wearer. His face flushed again, this time from embarrassment. �I � I�m not sure �� He reached for the lab coat his Captain offered him and cried out in pain as he grasped it. �Admiral?� The Captain was getting extremely worried. Nelson flexed his hands. �Was I tied down, Lee? I think I�ve sprained my wrists �� Glad that at least he seemed coherent now, Lee helped him into the lab coat and buttoned it all the way down. �Yes, sir, you were. You don�t remember?� �Not all of it, no �� �I think we�d better get you to sick bay, sir.� �Agreed, Captain.� ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once back aboard the gray lady, Crane shepherded the Admiral directly to sick bay. �Doc? We�ve got a situation �� Will Jamieson, Chief Medical Officer of the Seaview, looked up from his desk at the sound of the Captain�s voice. Crane stood just inside the main sick bay, the Admiral beside him apparently wearing nothing but a lab coat several sizes too large. // What now? // he wondered. In the years he had served on this boat, he had seen some pretty bizarre things. �Skipper? Admiral, are you all right?� Nelson sighed. �I�m not at all sure about that, Jamie �� �He was held captive, Doc. At the very least, he sprained his wrists trying to get away �� The doctor took Nelson�s hands, flexing them, which brought an immediate gasp of pain. He felt the affected area, noted that swelling had indeed started, and reached for a roll of elastic bandage. �Admiral, hop up on the table and let me get these bandaged.� Nelson wasn�t a tall man to start with, and without using his wrists, getting up to the examining table proved to be a challenge. Crane and Jamieson each took an elbow and got him situated. By which time the Admiral was openly scowling. He didn�t like depending on other people, he didn�t like being in sick bay, and he sure as hell didn�t like how this day was turning out. While the doctor worked, Crane filled him in on the rest of the situation. �I don�t know what Kinnard thought he was doing, Doc, but he had the Admiral strapped down to an examining table. When I got there, he was thrashing about wildly, and I don�t think he knew what was going on.� He looked at Nelson, not wanting to embarrass his superior officer and friend, but knowing Doc needed all the info. �He also appeared to be � ah � quite intensely aroused �� Jamieson looked up at that. Judging from the deep red flush on Nelson�s face, he figured the Captain�s analysis was correct. �He didn�t really become coherent until I was able to release him and he was able to � uh �� This time it was the Captain whose face was turning red. That was when Jamie noticed the wet spot on his left leg. At this point, Nelson looked like he was about ready to crawl into a deep hole somewhere and never come out. Jamie finished strapping up Nelson�s wrists. He addressed his patient. �Admiral, do you remember anything about his experiment? Do you know what he was doing?� Nelson shook his head as if trying to clear out the cobwebs. �He was doing research on dolphin sexuality. He said something about identifying a new hormone, Delgesterone, present in large quantities in both male and female dolphins, that seemed related to their well-documented sexual appetites.� Jamieson nodded. Marine biologists had known for years that dolphins were among the most sexual of sea creatures. Divers swimming with the marine mammals often found themselves the object of the graceful creatures� affections. �Do you think that�s what happened � he isolated this hormone and injected you with it?� �Apparently.� �Admiral, I know this is embarrassing. But please � if I�m going to be able to help you, I need details. Can you describe the effects?� �Uhm, yes, well. Shortly after the injection, I began to get aroused, all the usual physical responses, rapid heartbeat, elevated blood pressure. I felt warm, uncomfortable. It got more and more difficult to think clearly; I was becoming agitated. Apparently by the time the Captain got there, I was rather incoherent �� Crane reluctantly filled in the rest. �His skin was flushed, all over. And even after his � release � he didn�t appear to be, uh, finished �� The doctor looked at Nelson, who nodded, wishing desperately he were somewhere else, anywhere else. �It sounds similar to Satryiasis, a condition that has been known to happen as an allergic reaction to some hormones. Intense sexual arousal, an almost animalistic, unthinking need for release. Usually repeatedly.� Nelson shuddered. �How long does this last?� Jamie shook his head. �No way to tell. He was probably testing the dosage on you. I can do some blood tests, check your hormone levels. Then maybe I�ll be able to give an estimate. In the meantime, I can give you some bromide; it often calms the sexual urge. I�d suggest you go back to your cabin and get some rest after I get that blood sample. In fact, I�ll give you some sleeping pills as well.� ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Crane had left the Admiral in Jamie�s hands, stopping by his cabin to change before returning to the command deck. Luckily they had clear sailing; he left the Exec in charge and hid in the observation lounge in the nose of the ship. Too many unwanted thoughts kept assaulting him. Feelings he�d worked so hard to banish � Toward the end of the watch, Exec Chip Morton stuck his head into the lounge area. �Lee? Jamie would like to see you down in sick bay.� Lee sighed. �Thanks, Chip. You have the conn.� Chip just nodded and watched his friend. Lee had looked unusually disturbed ever since they�d gotten back. From what Chip heard, Nelson hadn�t been severely injured or anything, but there must have been something to get under Lee�s skin so intensely. He knew Lee practically worshipped Nelson � hell, the whole crew did � but the Captain and the Admiral had become particularly close friends. Chip really wondered what had happened to shake Lee up so much. Crane walked into the ship�s sick bay, finding the Doctor in his office. �Jamie. What did you find?� �Couple of interesting things, Skipper. First of all, I talked to Kinnard. One scientist to another; once he thought I appreciated his work, he spilled big time. The injection he gave the admiral was almost a pure distillation of the Delgesterone. But he had no idea of dosage. So when the Admiral showed up, he decided he needed a test subject before injecting himself.� �Himself?� �I got his medical records, Skipper. His research was personal � he was looking for a cure for his own impotence.� Crane shook his head. Kinnard was a very � masculine man, at least in appearance; tall, broad shoulders, good looking. For a man like that to be impotent � would undermine his entire self-image. He guessed it wasn�t so surprising that it would push him over the deep end. �So � it would seem his first guess was something of an overdose?� Jamie nodded. �A considerable overdose. The Admiral is going to be quite � um � uncomfortable for a while.� Crane tried very hard not to let his thoughts wander to the implications of that � �Any idea how long?� Jamie shook his head. �I�m pretty confident in saying there�s no chance it would be permanent. The blood tests I did earlier show a pretty high concentration in the Admiral�s blood. I can�t be sure, but I�d bet at least a week, maybe two.� ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nelson sat at his desk, trying to force himself to concentrate on the report he was reading, but it was no good. When he got back to his quarters, he�d taken the bromide and a sleeping pill and had gotten several hours sleep. But ever since he woke up, the ache in his groin had started again. Taking more bromide didn�t seem to help, and now it was getting too insistent to ignore. This was maddening! He was a scientist, a rational creature. He wasn�t used to having so little control over his body. Usually he could go months without even thinking about sex; he had buried that part of his psyche many years ago when he chose this life. This was impossible. And with both wrists tightly strapped because of the sprains, he wasn�t sure how he was going to deal with it in any event. Hell, he hadn�t even been able to put on a clean pair of boxers for the pain in his wrists. He sat there in his bathrobe, feeling his frustration rising, blood pressure going off the scale. He was close to climbing the walls. He tried to fight it off, lighting another cigarette from the one he was finishing. He winced at the force he used to crush out the cigarette. // Damn these wrists! // He realized he was chain smoking again � never a good sign. But right now he felt like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. And it didn�t help that his thoughts kept wandering back to what he had done this afternoon. Humping Lee�s leg like a dog in heat. It had been bad enough that the Captain had seen him naked, strapped down, cock sticking up like a lighthouse. No, he�d had to� god, he couldn�t even bear to think about it! A knock at his door seemed a welcome distraction. �Come,� he called. And was mortified when Lee Crane walked in. �Admiral? I � uh � just wanted to stop by and see how you were.� �Lee.� Nelson could feel the heat rising up his neck. He quickly looked away. �Sir? Are you all right?� The frustration erupted. Nelson exploded out of his chair, pacing across the small cabin. �All right? I don�t think I even know what it means anymore. How the hell am I supposed to get anything done with this damned thing throbbing all the time, distracting me, aching? And how the hell am I supposed to do anything about it with these anyway?� He held up his bandaged wrists. His face was flushed, frantic, his breathing ragged. Fighting back tears, he looked at his young friend. �Lee, I�m losing it �you � you�d better leave before I start humping your leg again �� Lee couldn�t stand to see his friend so distraught. He reached out and grabbed his shoulders. �Admiral. Harry. It�s all right. I�m not upset about this afternoon. Really. And I wouldn�t even mind now, if that�s what you need. But I have a better idea. If you�d let me, I�d like to help you �� Nelson looked up into Lee�s soft hazel eyes, uncertain. �Help �me?� It came out almost as a gasp. Lee took it as a request, gently pushing the Admiral back against his desk and dropping to his knees and pushing the robe aside. He gently took the throbbing cock into his mouth, sucking softly at first, then harder as Nelson�s groans and moans intensified. He felt Nelson�s hands in his hair, trying to grab onto him but not able to thanks to the heavy bandages. It seemed to go on forever. Lee wondered if it was a side effect of the hormone or whether just because he had come too many times already today. He pushed the thought aside and concentrated on bringing Harry to his climax. Finally he exploded and Lee first tasted the sweetness of his essence. Almost involuntarily, the Admiral sagged forward when it was done, his arms wrapping around Lee, holding him close. Lee stood up, reluctantly disentangling himself from Harry�s arms. �Feel better, sir?� �Lee?� Nelson was still pretty out of it. Lee remembered how long it had taken him to focus this afternoon. He decided that perhaps discretion might be the better part of valor here. �Yes sir. I think perhaps you should take your medicine and get to bed.� �Medicine? Oh yes �� Lee handed him the bottle of bromide, watched as the Admiral grimaced at the taste. He ducked into the head to get a glass of water to go with the sleeping pill. He handed them to Nelson who took the pill almost automatically as Lee put the vial down on his desk. �That�s good, sir. Now into bed with you. I�ll check on you in the morning.� Lee helped him remove the robe and get into a clean pair of shorts, then tucked him into his bunk. Nelson appeared to be asleep almost before his head hit the pillow. Lee quietly slipped out, wondering what was going to happen when the Admiral woke up � Continue on to Chapter 2 Send me some feedback Back to Voyage home Back to Home Page Disclaimer: These characters belong to their original creators; I'm just borrowing them for fun, not profit. |
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